That factory just so happens to be one of several cold-war relics that produced the iconic Kalashnikov war rifle, the AK-47.
Since times are tough, the truck driver hired to transport these crates from the factory to a local landfill, decided to make some side money and sell these crates to a our local villager at a massive discount.
Little did they both know, those crates weren't filled with trash as told to him by his dispatcher.
Our little village cracked open the crates, ready to start smashing them for firewood, when he discovered the rifles and nearly shat on his turtle.
Being the upstanding citizen he is, the villager immediately called police and handed them 79 guns and roughly 250 cases of ammunition.
The report doesn't show if maybe he kept one for himself, I know I would have. It's a Kalashnikov!
Then again, the village probably has an arsenal of his own. And if he was a fan of Yakov Smirnov, he knows "In Soviet Russia, wooden crate burns you!"
(I couldn't help myself. I miss having a reason to use a Yakov Smirnoff reference)

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